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in his hand earlier in the day. Why the hell did that have to happen anyway? To his dying day he’d remember the smooth, firm weight of it cradled in his palm, the silk of her skin under his mouth, the satin texture of her hair against his cheek…
    Jesus. He’d been bad off before, and what were things going to be like now? When he’d walked up to the house after that little photo shoot, he’d been literally shaking like a dead leaf in a high wind. It wasn’t just seeing her without her clothes on or touching her like a lover either, because the worst of it might her personality. Sweet enough to help out Andy because they were friends, even-tempered, had a great sense of humor, didn’t play games…she and Ross hadn’t ever even had a fight that he was aware of, and she also had the one thing Wade considered to be most sexy of all in a woman, and that was brains.
    Nice, pretty, perfect body, and smart.
    Dating your brother
, a mocking voice reminded him.
    Son of a bitch. He didn’t want to see her. Yet he
did
want to see her.
    This situation sucked.
    The adobe house had a Spanish style portico across the entire front of it, and he stepped into the coolness of the shadowed overhang, pausing with his hand on the door, listening for the sound of voices inside. Nothing. Good, maybe they were already in Ross’s bedroom. At least that would save him from having to mumble something moronic in an attempt to be polite.
    He opened the door, walked in about five steps, and froze.
    They were not in Ross’s bedroom but instead on one of the angled couches arranged to best see the spectacular view of the mountains and still enjoy the fireplace. The room was dark, but with the fire built up enough he had a clear view. Clothes were strewn across the floor. Jeans, a blouse, and God help him, a pair of black lace panties…
    Victoria was naked, half reclined against one of the arm rests, eyes closed, her delicious breasts quivering with each shuddered breath. Her knees were bent and apart, Ross’s dark head between her open legs. His brother was wearing only jeans, barefoot, his lean body prone as he moved his mouth against her pussy.
    She moaned, the sound slicing right through Wade, and as both of them seemed to be concentrating on her obviously approaching orgasm, it didn’t seem either of them noticed he had walked into the room.
    Even if he was sentenced straight to an express ride to hell, Wade found he couldn’t leave to save his life, riveted to the spot like his boots had been nailed to the floor.
    Her fingers curled into Ross’s hair, and she arched, panting, her blond hair spilling over the dark leather in a shining gold curtain. A small cry rang out as she came, her slender body tensing, her skin taking on the telltale pink flush of sexual release.
    Beautiful.
It was all he could think, but then again, he was surprised he could think at all because every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his prick. That wayward part of his anatomy hardened faster than he ever remembered.
    How to escape gracefully was a real problem at the moment, for not only did Ross murmur something and lift up to kiss the plane of her stomach, but Victoria opened her eyes. Limp in the aftermath of her climax, her head was tilted in Wade’s direction, and the dreamy look of contentment on her face was suddenly replaced by a startled realization of his presence. His brother noticed him standing there at the same time, levering himself up on the couch and running his hand through his already disheveled hair.
“Whoops.”
    Wade cleared his throat. “Yeah, you guys might want to use the bedroom next time.”
    “You’re home earlier than we expected.”
    “Sorry.” And what he wished—what he
really
wished—was that at this point he could just negligently stroll away as if none of it bothered him. In college, where there wasn’t a lot of privacy available, he’d walked in on his roommates before with their girlfriends. Maybe not in quite